A Camping Trip With My Stepdad Ch 04

It has been a while since I entered the tent, again, waiting for my dad to let me touch his abs. I heard the dismantling of the table and chairs earlier, and now it seemed he was wiping himself with water from the splashing that sounded. My dick was hard in my shorts, which I gave occasional rubs without fully committing to it as I imagined myself touching my father's abs. He had always been the kind and responsible father I looked up to, but I just couldn't help it when he parade his sexy and rugged body in front of me.

The night has gone quieter and quieter, with the random whistling of the wind. I rubbed my cock again, biting my bottom lip as I did so. Just then, the sound of the splashing of water stopped, then footsteps coming toward the entrance of the tent followed. There he was, standing with his upper body uncovered, except for the towel that lay on his shoulders.

"Sleepy already?" dad asked as he ducked to get inside the tent. He grabbed the towel from his shoulders and spread it out onto the bags tucked at the corner.

"Not yet, dad. I'm waiting for you." I rubbed the back of my head and closed my leg since the limited space of the tent forced me to be really close to him that I could smell his scent again.

He smirked and stretched his hand to tap my back. "Go on," he said, nodding.

I gazed at his eyes and saw the encouragement of letting me touch his abs. My fingers were slightly shaking as I extended my arms until my fingertip came into contact with his skin, sending shivers into my entire body, especially my groin. God, he is so hot. His abdomen wasn't very defined, just enough to see the riffs outlined and enough to be lusted over as a dad.

"Don't be shy." He held my hand and laid it on his lower abs, almost touching the trail of hair that entered his crouch. "It's natural to be curious at your age, and I'm here for you."

I retracted my sight from his abs and looked at his face again, in which I was greeted with a smile and a nod. "Thank you, dad. I'm just always seeing these, but I know I'll never have them which means I'll never understood how they feel."

A deep and quiet chuckle came from him, instantly making my dick twitch. "Is that what you want? I can buy as gym equipment at home, so we can start building those muscles you admire."

My eyes widened. "Really, dad?" Without even knowing it, I threw myself onto his lap, straddling him as I hug him to show how happy I am.

"Of course, of course." He giggled as he returned the hug, stroking the back of my head.

"I'm really glad, dad. Thank you." Then the realization hit me when my dick twitched and touched my fathers abs. But before I let myself off him, I pecked his cheek, to which he responded with a smile. His lovely smile made me blush, so I slowly climbed down his body and crossed my legs to hide my raging boner. "Can I touch it some more?" I twiddled my thumbs.

"Obviously, you're my son. I'll let you touch it whenever you want," he said, opening his arms, slightly flexing his biceps.

I pointed my forefinger and grazed his upper abdomen, tracing circles. "I hope it's not weird for you, dad."

There was a slight concern in his face before gripping both my hands and pressing them onto his skin, shocking me in quite a manner since I was taking things slow. "The desire to learn about other men's body is nothing quite weird. Nothing at all."

I simply nodded and moved my hand on my own volition. With both my palms on his abs, I caressed his skin carefully, while at the same time trying to stop myself from drooling. Next, my hands moved to the lower part, grazing the hairs that goes into his crouch. I intendedly placed my hands there for a longer while, rubbing it sensually.

Then he groaned. The hairs all over my body jolted, and I just knew for a fact I released a precum in my shorts. That was confirmed immediately when I felt wetness below there. I looked at him for a while and saw that his eyes were closed. He seems to be enjoying this. "Can I touch your nipple too?" After asking that, I rested my head on his chest, my hands still on his stomach.

He didn't say anything, but hummed with an agreeing tone. My dick twitched again, which means I wouldn't last long at this. Determined to enjoy the night in this camping trip, I didn't waste any more time to start pinching his nipples. He moaned immediately, and his hands that were caressing my back tightened. He exhaled and breathed in deep again when I continued to play his nipples. They were pink, and my drooling mouth was just one push away to lick on those. After watching him to be fully enjoying this just as I am, which I didn't expect at all, I lost my mind to lust. I grabbed both of his tits and massaged them. They were smooth and firm.

He groaned, which I believe should have been heard a couple of meters away from the tent. With that motivation, I positioned my mouth on his right tit and licked it and sucked on it. My mouth was watery, and all of those saliva was just transferred on his chest, with some dropping on the bed.

But just then, he pushed my head away, his head turned away from mine. "Sorry, son, but we have boundaries not to cross."

My lips trembled and shame kicked in, heat rushing into my face. "I'm sorry, dad." I sniffled, trying to hold back tears, in which he noticed and hurriedly hugged me.

"Don't cry, son. I love you so much, and I totally understand your curiosity. I'm really happy that you can tell me this things," he said, tightening his grip on me.

Despite those words from him, I still couldn't bring myself to stop the tears from flowing, which fell on his chest, mixing with my saliva from sucking his nipples. After all, I feel like my relationship with my stepdad has been ruined, and I feel scared to think that he may see me weirdly. In worse case scenario, he may even start avoiding me. My crying continued, with the pessimistic thoughts recurring in my head.

"Stop now, baby." He tried to cooed me, and with the use of his endearing words, I am starting to control myself. But with tears still continuously flowing, he said, "Okay, okay. Don't be sad now. I'll let you suck on them tomorrow."

My sobbing immediately halted. I gently pushed myself off him and faced him. "Really?" I asked, sniffing.

"Yes, so we can rest. I know both of us are really tired." He stretched his arms to grab two pillows and a folded blanket that lay below the bags. After that, he placed them down and unfolded the blanket. "Lay down now. We have the full day on ourselves tomorrow."

I nodded in response and fell on the airbed. He followed, but then he faced the opposite direction of me. My heart silently shattered. At some point in him, maybe he have already seen me negatively. I bit my lower lip and gulped. I do not want this, but the aftermath of crying helped me realize that I couldn't do anything about it anymore, so I sighed internally and curled myself under the blanket.

The night went deeper and at the same time, colder, especially that we left the tent open. We had agreed earlier to do that, so I couldn't bring myself to rise and close it. I just endured it.

However, as I feel more of the wind coming from the lake, my body began to shiver and so was my breathing. I curled myself tighter until my teeth began to chatter. Just then, there was a sudden movement behind my back.

"Son, are you okay?" dad said, holding both my shoulders. After instantly realizing what was happening, he closed the tent's door and scooped me on his arms, instantly warming me. "Tell me always if you feel discomfort, okay? Don't forget that."

I simply nodded as a response, too weak to speak. Before my consciousness faded into the warmth of his body, I felt him kiss my exposed cheek.